... as I loll against the side of the caldarium's bath...truly a luxury here on the edge of nowhere! But, then, we have the finest of everything here, from our exquisite Gynaceum, food, furnishings, and women, to its complete Roman bath.

I can feel all the tension drain from my body, leaving it relaxed, supple... and, dare I say it? Needy!

My, what an attrative thing he is, my bathing partner... if his other talents are as impressive as his strength and beauty, he'll make an admirable pet.

Not that he's to be a kept man. Absolutely not! The Patron and his Roman practicality would never allow it. No, Gunnar must have a suitable position here at the G-Spot.

Seemingly of its own accord, my toe runs up and down the muscular leg of my bathing companion. I slide my eyes slyly over his face to judge the effect... there are surer ways of ascertaining his reaction, but, as the proprietress, I must maintain a certain distance...not to mention decorum!

Ah... there is a blissful smile on The Pet's face... I smother a giggle. I've already started calling him by nickname... shame on me! Of course, we'd never tell him what we ladies call our amusements in private!

"So, Gunnar," my husky voice is soft and cajoling, "have you given enough thought to my ... offer of employment?"

His head turns and there is no mistaking the look in his eyes.

A small laugh bubbles up from my throat. "Care to make an... application?"